I'm an overachiever. I loved to study and read every book I could get my hands on. I have written a couple of books and they are a teen witch and warlock series. Writing is a passion to me. I'm in the process of writing the third book in the series. I'm calm, cool, and collected most of the time. Most of the time you can find me at my desk typing away, but I do like to get out with my friends and have fun. I grew up competitive when I'd ride in Motocross. I loved to play softball too so I did get out during the summer and have some fun.

I'm not a girly girly girl. Sure I wear skirts sometimes and get dressed up, but I'm more comfortable in jeans or shorts and a tank top or t-shirt. Though if I see a snake it's definitely a girly scream. When my brothers hear that they usually come a running. I love to play sports with the guys and let them know that a girl has what it takes to play too.

[smear:#e6de19]Positive Traits:[/smear:#e61994:0]
1)Ambitious: Driven by the desire to achieve a particular goal.
2)Creative: Having the power or inclination to bring new things into existence.
3)Easygoing: Casual in manner and mindset.
4)Sentimental: Being strongly influenced by feelings or emotional sentiment.
5)Organized: Being orderly and systematic in one's handling of matters.
6)Passionate: Being capable of or expressing deep feeling.

[smear:#195be6]Negative Traits:[/smear:#9c19e6:0]
1)Perfectionist: Perceiving anything less than perfection as failure.
2)Stubborn: Unyielding or obstinate.
3)Workaholic: Someone who works compulsively, sacrificing other interests and responsibilities.
4)Pessimistic: Inclined to focus on the negative and expect the worst possible outcome.
5)Worrywart: Inclined to excessive worrying.
6)Superstitious: Believing that omens and symbols can have specific prophetic meaning and that certain ritualistic practices will influence events.

My dad's family originates from one of the founding families of Big Sky Montana as well as the Wild Wolves MC. My ancestors were full blooded Shoshone Indians that were the original inhabitants of Big Sky. I like to visit the old stomping grounds of the Shoshone and learn more about my ancestors. Those of us that have Shoshone blood in us are allowed on the sacred grounds. They are closed to tourists unless you happen to be family or close friends. Then we may show them to you.

On mom's side the Bell Family migrated here not long after the town was founded. My great something grandfather built the building Storybook Bookstore. He loved what he did and it shows in the workmanship in the building and what he sold in his store. It has passed down generation to generation in the Bell Family keeping alive what he started all those years ago. Probably where I get my love of books from. My great aunts would babysit us when we were younger at the bookstore, and we had free reign to read whatever we liked. It was like a wonderland. The store today is ran by my great aunts Sassy and Sera who were our official babysitters growing up, and they were the ones who raised my mom and her sisters after my grandparents were murdered.

I was the third child born to my parents, but the second pregnancy. A year before me mom had twins Asher and Kira. They were born a month early and mom almost lost them, but thankfully they survived. After me came Austin a year later, and then Riley a year after him. It was three years later that mom had the triplets Rade, Raven, and Rebel. I was five when they were born, and thought they looked like porcelain dolls so I treated them like that. Even took them to show and tell one day. Well mom brought them in during show and tell so I could share them with my class.

When I turned four I got my first mini bike. Now I'd be able to get to do what the twins did I figured. Course nothing compared to when dad would give me a ride on his bike. That was usually the highlight of my day. It wasn't long and I was starting to tear up the yard. Dad would take us out to the Deveraux ranch, where we would get to ride on the track. Or he'd take us out to his families ranch so we could ride wherever we wanted. I graduated up to a dirt bike around the age of six, and before I knew it was barreling around the track on it. If you see me coming you better get out of my way! Cause my first few times around the track I took a few of the older boys out. Their fathers were just laughing their heads off as most of them were in high school.

After that the older boys even started giving me pointers not wanting to get taken out on the track again. Between them and dad and other fathers I was participating in motocross before I knew it. Before you knew it I was winning right and left. Instead of one big brother now I had quite a few with the older boys having taken me under their wing. I had no problems with anyone picking on me growing up with them around. They always seemed to be watching out for me. Especially on the track, but then maybe they were watching out for themselves so that I didn't take them out again.

When junior high hit I tried out for the sports that was expected of me. None of them held the thrill for me that Motocross did. They were boring compared to the lifestyle I had grown up in. If I wasn't riding I would rather be writing and getting out the stories that kept forming in my head. By the end of junior high I had written a whole story and was working on a sequel. It was about a witch and a warlock. Every day after school I would hoof it over to Storybook Bookstore that was the family business on mom's side. I loved being there, and it always inspired me to write more. One day I fell asleep writing, and Aunt Sassy must have read what I had. A few weeks later I got a letter from a publisher saying they wanted to publish the first book in my series. I was more than shocked.

A few months later my first book was hitting the shelves. I was going into high school already a full fledged writer. To me that was unbelievable. Especially the money sitting in my savings account from my first book, and that was only the beginning. Dad since he was a lawyer had checked over all the contracts and gotten me the best deal. At fourteen I had no clue how to go about any of that. I did use a pen name since I was still a minor. One of my best friends growing up was Jayden Delancey. I shared a love of writing with her. She was more into the headlines than in creative stories though.

The summer before my junior year I started dating Maddox Summers. Asher wasn't happy about that and neither was Kira, but Maddox and I had a lot in common. I know he was warned by Ash and a lot of the other guys. Of course I didn't listen, and everything was fine at first. Even though he came from money. A lot more than me he expected me to pay on our dates. Since I was making money working at the bookstore that I loved and from writing I didn't mind. A few months in he grew verbally abusive, but I had usually done something wrong when he would so I shrugged it off.

I even overlooked when he'd have a few too many and hit me. He'd start crying and apologize. He had always liked that I was more of a tomboy than some girly girl. Sure I wore skirts once in a while and dressed up, but I didn't go all out like a lot of girls. I didn't even realize when he'd alienated me from my friends. That he was monopolizing me and my time. I was late on the last write on my book, and I kept blowing it off. Prom was coming up and it was my junior one so I was looking forward to it. It ended up being the worst night of my life. He was late picking me up, and then barely let mom and dad get pictures. I could already smell the beer on him that he was covering up with gum. I was used to it though and knew better.

Well he took me to prom, but we weren't even there that long. Long enough for the supper and the dance to start. Of course he was bored then, and wouldn't even dance with me. Instead he grabbed my hand and pulled me out of there. We met up with his friends like usual. He got him a beer and me a wine cooler. After the third one everything was a blur. The rest of the night I can't remember at all. How long I was out I don't know. I woke up in a room I didn't recognize. As I came more aware I realized I was naked and just a thread bare blanket covering me. It was as if I was waking up from being put under, and pain was slowly presenting itself. I tried to get up, but I realized my arm was tied up to the bed. A groan escaped me as I really had to pee. Some lady came in and I asked her to help me, but she laughed and stuck a needle in my arm. Whatever she gave me knocked me out again.

I was in and out and felt pain and other things that I blocked out. I even dreamed that dad was suddenly there with the Wild Wolves. Only I passed out again. The next time I woke up though I was in the hospital. Dad jumped up hearing me moan when I woke up, and quickly pushed the button telling them to get my mother who must be on duty. It was two weeks from the night of prom. Dad and the MC had finally found me after a week, and with all the drugs in my system I was in and out for another week. I missed the last few weeks of school. Summer was hitting. Mom talked to me about what happened, and I already knew unfortunately from the bits and pieces I could remember. My siblings were the only ones allowed in to see me, but after I went home my friends started coming round one by one.

It took me a while to come back to life as I had known it. Especially after losing two weeks of it. My Aunt Sassy who had become friends with my publisher had worked an extension for me to work out in my own time. Which that was the last thing on my mind. Around mid June I felt an overwhelming urge to go ride my Harley. One that my parents had taken me to get when I turned sixteen. Just like they had with the twins before me. I got a steak dinner and then the Harley dealership. It was a special memory for me. I got up and took a shower, and headed down to breakfast.

It got quiet when I walked in. Mom cleared her throat and asked what I would like for breakfast. I told her pancakes and bacon which was my favorite. Pancakes with peanut butter on them and lots of syrup. I also added I wanted to go for a ride that day if the family wanted to take one. Riley already had plans with Lucas and the triplets were about to head over to a friends for the day that it was their birthday. My parents, Asher, Kira and Austin were up for it though. So after breakfast we went for a ride after Riley and the triplets left.

The ride cleared my head and refreshed me. Really was hoping that I wouldn't have any nightmares tonight either. They'd been waking me up screaming since what happened. We rode about an hour up north to Bozeman Montana, and while there ate at Revelry which was a favorite of mine. Afterwards we took in the sites some enjoying them, before heading back home. I ignored the people who stared at me probably wondering who had beaten me up seeing the bruises on me. A couple of days later I was sitting at my desk writing as my muse had started to come back. A text came in on my phone and I ignored it at first. Whoever it was kept sending message after message though. When I finally looked at it annoyed I froze seeing that it was Maddox name that kept popping up.

A fear came over me, and I dropped my phone. Maddox had gotten off Scott free, and cleared of everything to do with my drugging and kidnapping. After what had happened dad would work from home when mom had to work so that I wasn't alone. I didn't even realize I was screaming till he was there and calming me down. I broke down sobbing when the screams finally stopped. I was barely aware of the triplets looking in my room. Riley was suddenly there and shooing them away though. She shut my door so that dad could get me calmed down. When I did and he asked what had happened I told him Maddox was texting. He took my phone and I ended up with a new one. What Maddox had been texting I had no idea, and I didn't want to know either.

On the fourth of July Kira talked me out of the house, and we rode our Harley's down to the Rosewoods to get a milkshake. More of our friends joined us, and my anxiety I had been feeling was easing up. I had been put on medication for it after what happened, but I hated taking it. It made me sleep more than I liked. Asher and Rei had joined us as well as Wolfer and quite a few others. I was comfortable with them having grown up with all of them. It wasn't till the chatter died down in the fountain that our attention went to who had walked in. I froze feeling my heart start to thump as I saw Maddox. He was with his siblings and a lot of their friends. I was barely aware of Michael Rosewood jumping the counter and telling them to leave. That they weren't welcome there. If they didn't leave he'd call the police. It was Asher who wrapped an arm around me saying to breath that brought me out of the trance I had been in staring at him. A sob escaped me, and he pulled me to him holding me as I sobbed.

When he finally got me calmed down my dad was walking in the door with a bunch of other Wild wolves. I hadn't even felt the rolling thunder when they rolled up in my hysteria. There were a lot more of them outside guarding around the building. When we left there later we headed out to the Thomas Ranch where a fourth of July picnic was being held for the club members, and fireworks after. Mom was already there when we got there along with the twins and Riley. Rushing over she was giving me a hug before I was off of my bike. Being surrounded by family and friends that night I felt more comfortable than I had been in a while.

Time moved on after that. Going back for my senior year was hard, but I did it. Between my brother Austin, my sister Riley and all my friends I was never alone. Maddox wasn't in any of my classes either. I was guarded from him in the hallways too. When it came around for Prom the next year I definitely didn't want to go remembering last year all too well, and losing two weeks of my life. Jayden eventually talked me into going, and a whole group of us went together. I have to admit that I had fun, and Maddox never showed thankfully. Thanks to my friends it was a great night, and Asher picked me up when prom was over taking me home. He wasn't alone either as about a dozen of his friends were riding with him.

When I went to work at the bookstore either Asher or Austin would take me to work and pick me up. Maddox had been banned from the bookstore by my great aunts long ago, and I do believe he was scared of them so I felt safe there at the bookstore. As if it were my sanctuary. I had noticed that members of the MC were hanging around the block and outside the store. Though not at first I hadn't. Not till one of the older members came in one day, and was flirting...yes flirting with my Aunt Sassy. I walked back and interrupted a kiss between them. I let out a whimper saying sorry hearing my aunt laugh. Then I heard them going upstairs. Aunt Sera was back in the office and I heard her laughing.

My second book was published that summer after I graduated. Over a year after it was supposed to come out so I was already hard at work on the third book. I stayed pretty much to the kids in the club after everything not branching out anymore. Straying away from the opposite sex too. If I was asked out I would tell them no. I'm twenty-two now, and not afraid to go out on my own anymore. Well except at night. I still live at home with mom and dad and my younger siblings. I know if and when I need to talk to someone Kira or Jayden is right there. Once in a while I get out to the dirt track and stir up some dust. Lately Rowan Deveraux has been showing up when I'm there, and we talk. He's one of those I feel comfortable around having grown up with him. Though there seems to be something starting to spark between us.